You say you care,now I must go.My wardrobe,a nightmareI've been told.My bags are packedgood taste, I lacked. I'm on my way, to find out todayWhat Not to Wear. Advise, rules, Don't and Dos:Please be sure to choosea pair of matching shoes!

"Gosh, I'll be so pleased when I get home and I can take off this coat...it was a bit warmer out than I thought. And my feet are killing me. I just had to get out before everyone got there...it is just mad in there otherwise. The cheese and salmon for lunch should be good though. I wonder if Henry is awake yet. I'll kill him if he hasn't taken the washing down to the basement yet. He's been promising to do it for days. Nearly a week. And I wish I could find my other sneaker. It is so embarrassing having to wear odd shoes. Mind you the podiatrist will kill me when she finds out I have lost one of those sneakers. I wonder whether my legs will ever feel normal again?

It hurts to get old, and your mind and brain don't co-ordinate anymore".

The Story: Marilyn Whirlwind of Cicely, Alaska decided to relocate to NYC after hearing Dr. Fleischman wax nostalgically about the place for 5 years. Although many would think it would be a shock to the system to move from a town of 215 to a city of over 8 million, Marilyn Whirlwind adjusted easily, and never changed her ways. She was unflappable.

Sadie was grateful for the food the people at the center gave her. She carried it home to the old apartment in her favorite Fairway bags, she always reused, the earth was nearly as old as she was.

Tonight she would make soup and pull out the old photo albums. She might even go through the closet and try to match her outfits better. Now that she has a place to go each day she felt stronger and more hopeful.

"It's a place where you probably should wear your old clothes ..."it said in the ad for the Market... And being from out of town, she listened to them. Stupid tourist! they didn't mean mismatched shoes and and wool coat! She found it, she shopped it, she sent gift baskets to friends back home, and she fell in love with the cheese shop and the takeout, now to find the bus to get to the hotel... and get out of this frigging coat.

All my bags are packed, but I'm not ready to go. I'm walking the streets of NYC, and I feel so low. I hate to wake family and friends up - for a cup. I'm leaving for Bellevue, I don't know if I'll be back with you. Oh, Big Apple I hate to go.

This is obvious, I think. An advanced society on Venus was dying due to a preponderance of tweed and polyester. With their home planet no longer able to sustain high-end retailers, the Venutians sent out The Twelve--the designer, the critic, the model, the photographer, and their ilk--to the planet Earth, for the purpose of establishing colonies and plundering it for themselves.

Prime targets were Paris, Milan, Miami and NYC. Reports were sent back to the home planet, and it was decided to unleash a particularly Machiavellian plan.

Venutian scientists had developed a virus, which, if unleashed among humans, would degrade their fashion sense until they became little more than blinking, stumbling hayseeds.

So, the virus was unleashed, cleverly concealed in Starbuck's products and bottled water. Highly contagious, it spread within the week. Heidi Klum was seen in public wearing a blue pup tent and her husband's old slippers. Victoria's Secret merged with J Crew, ruining both and further raising prices.

Ill-matched shoes became popular with hip hop artists, and then wealthy white suburban teenagers. In the waning days of human civilization, women took to wearing trash bin lids as chapeaus, and men adorned themselves with burlap smoking jackets with little patches on the sleeves.

Those few not affected shrank in horror from the new government edict to wear mom jeans. Humanity fell, and the Venutians sent crews into every department store and specialty shop, filling their spacecraft to bursting with smart fashions no longer desired by the human population.

Do you see this picture? It is a warning. According to the Mayan calendar, all of this will take place in 2011. Beware!

Hello, my first stop to your lovely place.;) Thank you for taking the time to visit me after Hilary's nomination, that means a lot. I am sorry I am thanking you so late, I was on a blog break.;)Much love,Zuzana

"Fashion is about individuality. I'm so individual I decided I'd wear one of each shoe! And who says I can't rock this 'vintage' wool coat on a very warm spring day here in the city. Besides, they totally match the brown of my left shoe--with a match like that how can I NOT risk heat exhaustion for a look this good?!?!"

Btw, I can't tell the gender but by the hands I'm thinking woman even though the pants and shoes say man to me. The hands aren't young which makes me think that this person has lived a life long enough to either do as they please simply because they can or do as they please in order to spite everyone else.

These shots make me think of every time I'm on the train in NYC or the Metro here in DC; I see the lower halves of people and we're all so varied it makes me want to capture the moments but I don't want to capture them enough to live through the awkward stares as I start snapping away with my camera.

I am practical. Comfort is so much more important that style. If I were stylish, who really would be looking at me? I must shop for Sunday dinner. How effective would I be if I were strolling on 5th avenue with 5 inch heels and aching feet? I dress for me. If you don't like it....don't friggin' look!

OMG, it's that same dream, well, close. At least I have clothes on in this one..is this better??? ..shit!!!I'm Cinderella...omg, I've lost TWO SHOES...when do I start to run?....I know I won't be able to scream.....wake upwake upwake up